Lyrics The Style Council

The Style Council

The Whole Point Of No Return

The Lords and ladies pass a ruling

The sons and girls go hand in hand

From good stock and the best breeding

Paid for by the servile class

Who have been told or lie in state

To bow down forth and face their fate

Oh, it's easy, so, so easy

All righteousness they build thy arrow

To shoot it straight into their lies

Who would expect the might sparrow

Could rid the world of all their kind?

Rising up and taking back

The property of every man

It's so easy, so, so easy

Rising up to break this thing

From family trees the dukes do swing

Just one blow to scratch the itch

The law's made for 'em by the rich

It would be easy, so, so easy